>"Well, I am certainly not the one to tell you that you don't need to be
>shy about something you love." He waved his hand. "Forget I said that.
>Say instead that your thoughts and feelings certainly were valid. Out
>of respect for your friend's sister, whose name probably should mean
>something to me, you kept your music private."
>
>He finally caught up with the ball and smacked it back into play.
>
>"I would tend to believe that she would not have complimented you
>merely because you were friends with her sister. She doesn't sound so
>shallow, from the little you have said. It sounds more as though she
>respected your curtesy and gave you her honest opinion."
"Perhaps."
>"In any case, you have moved on as have she and your friend. If she had
>been offended, which I am sure she was not, muzzling yourself does her
>no benifit now."
"Actually, I'm still in touch with both of them, though not nearly as often
as I'd like. I'll play you some of her music later, if you'd like. Or just
lend you some. I haven't been able to replace most of what I lost, though.
I used to have recordings that 'didn't exist'," he can hear the quotations,
"The sort of thing I could make a fortune selling to the wrong sorts of
people. She has great wit and knows this huge collection of really bawdy
songs suitable for the seedy side of any startown you've ever been to and
that would *never* mesh with her public persona. And however much they play
her as elegant and gracious, poised and charitable, they don't even begin
to capture the reality. I'd love to have her aboard for a jump or two to
meet all of you. I haven't heard back from her since my last tri-d to her.
Of course, I sent it after our first couple of jumps, so she probably
doesn't even have it yet. It always goes to her mangler and then on to her
wherever he can set things to intercept her."
Mira
